The Greatest Showman

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"Levien?"

Jane's question could not be answered. Instead, Levy fell into his own thoughts, and the room fell into silence for a while, which made Jane even more angry. Even during the conversation, Levy En will be distracted, as always, the bastard, Jane shouted again irritably.

Levine came back to his senses, the dazedness in his eyes still did not dissipate, Jane spread her hands, her face full of incredulity, and then asked with her eyes.

It was only then that Le Vern reacted, and he closed his jaw lightly, but then his brain came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that the words they were talking about just now, the words that poured into his mouth became "No, fine".

He subconsciously raised his hand and waved, but then deep fatigue hit his heart, and he shook his head helplessly and sighing, even the power of words almost disappeared, only a sigh on the lips. The drooping eyes blocked the fleeting bitterness, and then calmed down again, with only deep exhaustion.

Jane stared at Levine quietly, the languid heaviness and laziness reflected in the depths of her pupils, she was slightly puzzled and a little worried, but in the end she concealed it all and became calm again, she was not curious, Without exploring, he changed the subject bluntly, "Papi is willing to let you perform on stage tomorrow and make a few bucks."

The plain words did not fluctuate, like a pool of stagnant water, but the eyes that landed on Levine again inadvertently revealed the true emotions in her heart, even she herself did not notice it, gently, just so gently searching. The expression between those eyebrows fluctuated. Luckily, Levine lowered his eyes and didn't notice her gaze.

Levine shook his head lightly, and shrugged his shoulders lightly, but the movements were so slight that he could hardly be seen, but he still couldn't control the faint throbbing pain and bursts of fatigue coming from his head, he raised his right hand , pressed his temples with his fingertips, trying to relieve some pain, but his brows wrinkled lightly, and his headache was splitting.

"No, he won't." He heard Jane's words, Levine exhaled softly, and retorted with a trace of boredom and rejection, and then the words suddenly stopped, as if his brain was stuck. , put down his right hand, made a spread gesture, put it in the air, and was stunned for a moment, then found his own voice, "I only performed there less than a month ago."

The rotation of the brain is really too slow, like a rusted gear.

"He will." Jane raised her voice and said loudly, "I asked him."

"Wow." Levine raised his eyes and met Jane's eyes. The eyes full of rejection and disgust seemed to gradually calm down, but they were calm, and there was no trace of emotion and fluctuation. The dismayed alienation and indifference touched Levine's mind slightly, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Thank...Thank you. You are really kind." Levine retracted his gaze, avoided Jane's eyes again, and closed his eyes heavily.

All the ramblings, all the details, all the sidelines, all cut off, he's tired of everything, tired of thinking, tired of guessing, tired of pretending, tired of perseverance, tired of temptation , even tired of being cynical, he just wanted... wanted a good rest.

His talent and dreams, his music and perseverance are worthless in people's eyes, it's just a moaning/moaning of a down-and-out bastard, humming and complaining constantly in the bar, it's worthless and meaningless, even entertaining There is no effect, his art and creation, in the gloom of Greenwich Village, remain silent forever in a corner.

Even his father, who used to love music, seems to have given up—

When he went to the sanatorium to visit his father and played his father's favorite ballad, his father was unaware and unable to comprehend it. Then, he sat down peacefully on the rocking chair, even the most basic human beings. The shame has completely disappeared.

In the face of survival, those melodies and lyrics no longer have meaning, let alone the life experience hidden behind them.

So, is there any point in holding on?

He thought of Mickey.

What's even more ridiculous is that he can't seem to even leave and give up now.

He tried to become a crew member and return to the normal life track, just like countless ordinary people in the society, to find a simple job, live in peace and orderly, and put those unrealistic ideas. Put it all together, at least say goodbye to the sleepover and wandering life of Greenwich Village.

But the crew card has been discarded by my sister. He had to go back to the union building to make up all the materials.

Towing luggage, heading to Chicago, back to Greenwich Village, to the crew center, to the nursing home, back to my sister's house... Along the way, he couldn't hold on any longer, he needed to put the luggage down, so , before heading to the Union Building, he came to Jim and Jane's apartment.

His thoughts turned around, and the deep feeling of powerlessness hit his heart again, he was at a loss, and the bitterness was unbearable. He still closed his eyes and let out a light breath. The pain in his mind seemed to be becoming more and more obvious. "but……"

The turning words swirled on the tip of his tongue, then he opened his eyes, looked over calmly, the heavy feeling of tiredness was dragging little by little in the depths of his eyes, as if he was pulling his brows down slowly, Finally, he said calmly, "I'm quitting." After saying it calmly, there was no imagined relief, and no imagined hardship and pain.

Suffering is just... calm.

"I'm done," LeWine said. Looking at Jane flatly, there is no excess emotion in his eyes, "I plan to go back to the merchant ship."

"What? That's it?" Without any gaps, Jane seemed to be surprised by an accident, and the words of the conditioned reflex came out directly, but after thinking about it, she suspected that Levine was just talking, as if a small child The child is tantrum-like, "Tomorrow's performance may be good for you."

Le Verne's mood was still fluctuating, but his eyebrows raised invisibly, which made Jane a little angry, and he couldn't help but look up at the sky, but he was unmoved, "Performing the 400th time in a gaslight bar? Just for that little tip. ?" The previous three hundred and ninety-nine times had not been successful, so why was the fourth hundred different?

The sarcastic tone made Jane laugh dumbly, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward, "Actually, that little tip has to be shared with others."

Levine laughed outright, "Hey." Extremely ridiculous and helpless, he lowered his head, paused for a moment, then shook his head gently, and laughed silently.

This is his situation. His dreams and art are only worth a tip basket, and the tip basket shared with other performers is divided equally. Thinking about his situation, thinking about Mickey's situation, and thinking about his persistence, everything becomes absurd and ridiculous, and the more you think about it, the more incredible it is.

"There are other performers there." Jane added, she could capture Le Verne's exhaustion and helplessness, and the thick sarcasm surged up, she seemed to finally realize that today Le Verne is still different after all, This softened Jane's tone a little, "However, someone from 'Time Magazine' will show up."

"Oh! 'Times Weekly'!" The long ending was full of sarcasm and ridicule, bursting out sharply and fruitlessly, and taunted fiercely, that cynical bitterness once again showed its edge, and the deep-rooted Pride and aloofness are on full display at this moment.

This is the familiar Levine.

Jane pursed her lips and looked at Levine with a half-smile, her translucent eyes shone with a playful light, her shallow smile was like the spring water flowing into a lake, mixed with the brightness and tenderness of moonlight.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Levine was a little embarrassed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Sorry." But the smile quickly disappeared like smoke from the corner of his mouth. After a moment of stunnedness, he Posing a serious posture, he retracted his chin unconsciously, looked at Jane intently, and said sincerely, "Sorry, thank you for your kindness."

Then, Jane saw deep burnout in those eyes, not despair, but discouragement.

Despair, it is the tragic after hope is shattered; but discouragement is that hope never existed. The calmness and numbness of the disheartened, so sharp, yet so violent, the indifference and calmness of the unconcerned, the silent roar, but the surging emotions can be clearly felt in the depths of the soul.

For the first time, Jane realized that Levine, who used to be arrogant, mighty, and arrogant, was disappearing little by little, covered in bruises, blood, and vicissitudes. Not a joke.

Levine's voice was softer than ever before. The faint hoarseness was like a wave of wheat swept by the breeze, but it was not the joy of a good harvest, but a barren loneliness. "But there will be no results," he said.

Levine looked at Jane quietly and twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't pull out a smile after all, just sip it meaninglessly, "I'm tired."

That simple sentence was as heavy as a thousand ounces, and it weighed heavily on Jane's heart. The Levine Davis, whom she once fell in love with, was crazy about, and longed for, finally couldn't hold on any longer and became an ordinary mortal; after all the brilliance of talent dissipated, he was no longer even handsome anymore. Handsome, looks like an ordinary sailor, passing by, turning around and forgetting.

The once bright and moving soul is now devastated.

It was only at this moment that Jane really realized that she had once loved him.

Wei Wei opened his mouth, and the words were stuck in his throat. Compared with sadness, it was more absurd and unwilling. How could he give up? How could he surrender? How can he compromise?

Shouldn't he continue to persevere, then unscrupulously and defiantly laugh at every materialist around him, continue to move forward recklessly and flamboyantly, and continue to be a person who is unlikable but let people in the stinging and contemptuous eyes. You can't hate assholes.

How could he give up! This bastard!

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